by David Feela
For water to solve anything
it must wash away every
trace of what went wrong.
Here. Wash your face.
The river will crest tonight
and the world you know
will be sodden by morning.
Sleep if you can, the high road
still runs beside dreams.
David Feela's work has appeared in regional and national publications. He is a contributing editor and columnist for Inside/Outside Southwest and for The Four Corners Free Press. His first full length poetry book, The Home Atlas, is now available.
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